'Serah'. That's a term he hasn't heard used before by any of the locals. She seemed human enough, though he couldn't be certain that she was truly one of the other refugees marooned on this planet. It certainly helps that she kept her hands off her weapon but Dun is by nature distrusting of people, especially those who go around casting spells. That might have to do with the last time he spoke with a certain fire-wielding magician who started a country-wide rebellion that nearly toppled the dynasty.

He's still on guard, but he will listen to what she has to say. That's the least he owes her. The word "help" causes him to bristle slightly; he doesn't need the reminder, thank you very much.

"I didn't need your help. I was perfectly capable of taking down those dumb beasts by myself!"

His stance stated and his ego preserved, he ignores the blood that's seeping through his clothes and grabs his blade, keeping it in its sheath. That done he turns and starts to walk off, eager to get back home and deal with his wounds, but Dun is not exactly devoid of gratefulness. He gives the woman a sidelong glance and calls out to her, "But I am thankful for your assistance."